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I’m so tired of living like this everyday is a struggle
I’m so tired of living like this everyday is a struggle
I can totally relate. When tf will this debilitating anxiety end. I feel like I’m constantly putting up a mask when I’m with my friends. But as soon as I’m alone the thoughts start to permeate my body to the point where I can’t sleep or eat or be my former happy self. It’s so tiring. I know it’s freaking hard, but I wish you strength to keep persevering and one day you will rise above these horrifying struggles. You will be unbreakable. Wishing you love and a steadfast peace of mind. ❤️
@Anonymous It sucks soo and I relate to you , I really hope that things get better for us :( sending u lots of love ❤️
I can relate as well. I just want to stay in bed all day and just not face the world!
@Dutchgirl I’m so sorry that you have to go through this you’re not alone 😔
It's very difficult to deal I know. I will pray for you. I had a terrible day today so I get it. And I'm trying to raise my 15 month old son. Vibrations of big hugs to you. I pray for all of us on here that God will give us all peace and comfort in our minds. God bless you and just know you are not alone. Look at all the comments of support. We are all going through this together ❤️. We're gonna get through this 🙏
@Kritty Thank you so much for your kind words please please keep me in your prayers ❤️
Anonymous I sure will keep you in my prayers. I just prayed another for you just now 🙏 💕 hang in there. ❤️
Dutchgirl: I know that feeling well. As scary as it is we have to engage with the world the best we can. It helps to interact with people. Occupies the mind for a bit. But sometimes it's scary to be around other people. But clearly you are not alone honey. All of us on here are dealing with something. It's gonna be okay. Hugs and prayers from me to you 🙏 ❤️
some days I wake up with so much dread and guilt. It makes it so hard to keep going. I open my eyes and I’m hit with a wave of nausea and terror. I feel ashamed of my compulsions and my OCD. I feel like a monster for my checking compulsions. For momentarily sexualizing things that shouldn’t be sexualized out of anxiety. I’m ashamed of a lot that I give into because of anxiety. Confessing things that are meaningless to my boyfriend. I feel so awful and unworthy of existing and of love. I feel hopeless I don’t want to keep pushing, the more I push the more meta my OCD becomes and the more guilt I feel for this mental illness. The more confusing it becomes to do ERP. If compulsions are a choice, they feel like life or death and it’s driving me insane, I beat myself up so badly over them I’m scared of compulsions, I’m scared of thoughts, I’m scared to be awake, I’m even scared of sleeping because my intrusions and compulsions haunt me there too. I spend my dreams trying to explain or justify my OCD and compulsions to people. I’m exhausted, I want this to stop so badly. My severe OCD isn’t feeling any less severe and it’s been months. I don’t want to keep questioning my every move but I’m so hyperaware of everything I do. I’m so tired. Some days I don’t even have tears to cry with. I’m just so full of despair and shame
I don’t know if it’s worth it to keep going. I have so many diagnoses, so little support, and constant struggles with finding the right medication. My immune system is weak, I have multiple deficiencies, and I’m dealing with so many physical health problems on top of severe OCD. It’s just too much. On top of everything, my family treats me so not okay. Every single day is a fight just to keep going—to wake up, to eat, to take care of myself even a little. I’ve lost over ten pounds in the last two weeks from how depressed I’ve been. And instead of support, all I get is blame. My family constantly throws my struggles in my face, calling me selfish, as if I’m choosing this. I am trying so hard to push past all of this. But after five long months of severe OCD, anxiety, depression, panic disorder, and everything else making life unbearable, I am exhausted. And to be called lazy? Selfish? *Worthless*? How am I supposed to keep going when the people around me refuse to see how hard I’m trying? I don’t want this anymore. None of this suffering feels worth it. What am I fighting for just to be treated this way by my own family? To be yelled at for the look on my face, when my face reflects nothing but the stress, panic, and despair I’m drowning in? Am I still supposed to smile for them? This isn’t fair. No one should have to live like this. I don’t deserve to be treated this way, I’m really trying to keep going, but I just want everything to end.
I cannot help but feel exhausted as I go through life. It feels like I've lost the spark in me. And I'm pushing myself for no cause.
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